Give me a poem please .?

Answer 1

"Epiphany"


I had a thought last night
So ponderous and deep
It really made me think
And I couldn't fall back asleep

It really was astounding
You would have been surprised
How could my simple mind
Have come up with a thought this size

It would change the world
You all would have been amazed
That I thought up this thought
And started a worldwide craze

I rushed over here to tell you
To share this thought so clear
But unfortunately, I forgot it
So now, you don't get to hear.

Answer 2

They`re from a poem read in the teen-ages , and which I kept in mind even if time passed by :
" The day is cold , and dark , and dreary ,
It rains , and the wind is never weary:
The vine still clangs on the mouldering wall ,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall ,
And the day is dark and dreary .

My life is cold , and dark , and dreary ,
It rains , and the wind is never weary ;
My thoughts still clang on the mouldering past ,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast
And the day is dark and dreary .

But still , said heart ! And cease repining ;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ;
Your fate is the common fate of all ,
Into each life some rain must fall ,
Some days must be dark and dreary . "
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Rainy Day
I have to say I don`t feel now like in this poem , but I like these verse , and I like the final idea .

Answer 3

The forests, fields and rivers are changing
Under the pulse of the greatest law.
Life in secret returns to the Earth
From east and south and west and north.

Released from winter, life is renewed.
Future hopes lift the weight of the past.
Days become longer, winds are perfumed
And birdsong rises to the sky at last.

The path that leads to the future is
Unfurled by Brighid, Goddess of Spring.
The promise lies in the bud of the snowdrop
When wind's in the east and bird's on the wing.

The greatest force is the magic of change
Revealed in the bloom of the beautiful Brighid;
The greatest rhythm is felt once again
In the wild song of life that resounds through the land.

(adapted from a poem by Ezmi K Witty)

Answer 4

This is from memory, and may not be entirely accurate. It is a translation from Mevlana Jelaludin Rumi

The Reed

Harken to the reed forlorn
Weeping ever since 'twas torn
From its rushy bed of flame
Of compassion's joy and pain
The secret of my song so near
None can see and none can hear
Oh! For a friend who knows the sign
Who'll mingle all their soul with mine!
'Tis the wine of Love that fires me,
'Tis the fire of Love inspires me
Do you know how lovers bleed?
Harken, harken, to the reed.

Other Rumi poems at the link.

Answer 5

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,

THE ROAD NOT TAKEN by Robert Frost

Answer 6

This was written during WWI by a Canadian doctor who was serving in Belgium. He was killed a few days later.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders Fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.

Answer 7

Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love,
and let us judge the words of the old and so moral
to be worth less than nothing to us!
The sun will set and once more rise:
When this brief light falls finally for us,
we shall sleep through an endless night.
Give to me a thousand kisses, and another hundred,
and another thousand, and a second hundred,
and another thousand more, and yet another hundred.
Then, when we have kissed many thousands,
we shall mix them so as not to know them all,
and so that our enemies may not be jealous of
how many kisses we have shared.


Catullus

Answer 8

Here's a poem for you .


Recipe

" I have a little recipe that isn't hard to make
But you must always start as soon as you awake.
Take a great big mixing bowl and fill it with a smile
Mix half a cup of sunshine with good deeds to last a while.
Add a pinch of work and play, a pinch of thoughtfulness and care
But don't bake it in the oven, just spread it around everywhere."

Answer 9

This is my favorite. It's called Invictus. It's by William Ernest Henley.

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul.

Answer 10

One of my favourite poems...
"There Will Come Soft Rains", by Sara Teasdale

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pool singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;
Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone.